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Hi! In October 2010, I moved from San Francisco to Manhattan with my husband, daughter, and twin boys. Since then I've been busy teaching myself and my kids how to hail a cab, fly a kite in Central Park, and walk across the Brooklyn Bridge with style. And a few other things. I write about those other things here. Thanks for stopping by!
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3/10/11

how to be a Central Park runner

Last week I ran in Central Park for nine miles. It was part beautiful, part humiliating. Beautiful in that I saw parts of the park I'd never seen before. I loved running with masses of people. It had the same energy as a race. The humiliating part was that I was constantly getting passed up. I wondered a few times: Am I really that slow? But dismissed that thought and continued on my way. Eventually I found my pace behind a 75 year old man, who ran hunched over with his neck slightly turned to the left. We both ran an 11 minute mile pace. By my 8th mile, I passed him out of pride.

4 comments:

ahahahaaa sharon this is hilarious!i ran a marathon when i was 18. there were people running a 50 MILE race (yes you read that correctly) that began at MY race's end. a 65 year old man passed me once, touched my start, and passed me again! i was just happy to be alive by the finish line. =]